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BROTHERS'  BLUE  SKY                                             Prerna Mishra                                            class 11, 2009 The white radiance Was impeccable, The consistency adorable. For illuminating the blue black   Exists a beautiful moon. Through ocean, vales, hills and roads It shines to your window. Never I believe, That this morning when I wake, Will rouse somebody brighter, His brightness dies, when born brother another Morning and night the duty is fixed The brothers have they divided? For warming the white blue  Exists the sun huge Moon and sun Sun and moon Shining and tweeting in the blue sky The brothers completing the sky. Years and years roll down Seeing the bothers up, lying down. Every morning every night Burning, burning at their height My eyes have become dim Time has played its whim With eyes I adore the glow Has lost its glow But the brothers are glowing

FIVE HANDS                                                  prerna mishra, 2009 25 tiny fingers sliding its way, To find the maximum amount, To satisfy the hunger The hunger that is as old as the finger. The plate carrying chunks of food Is holding five hands. Unaware of hygiene, Alien to sanitation, Living in a known hell. These five children, Are having their cherished meal. Born with an inborn disease Of Poverty. Slavery and begging Being the symptoms, Education that may be the medicine Is beyond the dream……… Harassed by the symptom Hopeless by the disease, Are these buds. finding the gem in scrap  Eating the left over, Burning in sun Shivering in winter. Is it that For which the bud must sprout? “It hurts to see them” Is what we comment. The feeling vanishes As the sight vanishes. Briskly walking We even fail to give a second loo

My experiment with Rs5.                                            By Prerna Mishra                        (written in college 5th sem, 2013) In last 31 years, they have only asked for your 2 minutes, now as an added topping with just Rs5 in your pocket.  In the interiors of Jharkhand, a true Indian village lacking in almost everything, where survival is with bare minimum resources, Life goes on because it has to. A few government schools established under “Sarva Siksha Abhiyan” shabby building, teacher sits outside the classroom with hand-fan. I saw Students having their cherished meal. A big bus carrying thousands of packets, parked outside the school. Yes it was Maggi; these children were having and of course free of cost. Mid-day meals have perhaps become very boring for these children! They too deserve the fun, which city children enjoy out of Maggi.    An initiative taken by Nestle to feed thousands of school going children in villages spread across the country.

                      A FIRE WITHIN  The desire becomes the want The want becomes the need The need becomes the addiction. When the fire burns,  Not in the dense forest But in the forest of thoughts Thoughts to achieve “Its not in your limit” to prove the author wrong. This author can’t write my destiny I know the key I know the lock But I don’t know how to open the lock Or may be I simply cant Every step I take, every rule I make Something drags I know what drags but still I fail to keep it away This drag throws water to my fire My fire, my fire, my fire When will it burn the “drags” And give light to my desire I know………………. This fire will fulfill me, the day it has burnt the drags.                                                                                                                                                    By,                                             

Going for a class?                                                                  Prerna Mishra                                                                                             college 4th sem, 2012 Studying since 16 years. Strange! Even I don’t feel like believing I am doing this. I turn my head around and all I see is students running for classes, tuitions, projects and so many academic stuff without actually being into it.   I remember a month back my eyes shut as the professor taught the fertility rate. As such I have never slept in the class, may be that day I was too tired or the topic fertility rate was not fascinating enough because I had my own calculations “fertility rate nikal kar kya hoga jab hum population ka problem solve he nai kar sakte?” I explained chitra, my dear friend, who gave the look -go change the system if you have so much resentment. I smiled detailing. We should do a project work on this where group of students visit poverty s

A beauty traveled                                                                              By                                             Prerna Mishra                                            written in class 12, 2011 A beauty  traveled Through heavenly sky Reached toxic earth.    Beauty delivered and cursed. Adding to census She smiled……. This time Not killed in womb. Growing unknowingly Away from life . Maroon from dreams Crushing desires, She walks with family Which took, never gave Waiting to give her. The wet eyes Never saw certificate, Traveled all pebbles of life. Sprouting girl, chained to marriage New home welcoming New domestic helper Being used in light and shadow. For dowry existed Holding its evil mate Killed the girl’s girl This time in womb. Cries the mother girl On her not breaking in womb.

           WHERE TO GO NOW!                                                                                     BY                                Prerna mishra   (class 11, 2009)                                                                                It’s so hot outside, The biology says you can’t survive this temperature. The heat has had its first step in your house Now? Where to escape? Water bodies around you have died New hotels have occupied their land. Who will satisfy the thirst? Now nothing is left to satisfy your thirst The thirst of material gain or water Every one has sacrificed their life satisfying your thirst………. But who knew the thirst will never end……… That tree at the back of your house Who provided shade till years ……… Ooh yes its there… But the day a new air conditioner was bought That was its death day… And was born a show case to show off. No hill station Is cool now…. No ocean Has marine life and freshness now…

CREATIVITY DIMINISHING                                                         PRERNA MISHRA                                                                  Class 12, 2011                       Declining and depreciating Is my creativity My creativity is lost In running the race for topper, Means but not end is important Striving for marks is the new game The competition healthy or unhealthy I don’t know But to defeat all Is the biggest thought. Learning new is not the challenge Defeating you is the challenge. Pressure and burden Books laden. Hand seeking for help But no one hears The heart’s desire. Tired I am of following the old trend The system needs a change So is the opinion. When will learning be a fun And not a race? When will we walk together in the race To face the consequences. Creativity has led me To search for another creativity,     To not bow down to pressure Because life is a struggle Walking and learning to

                           Master Player The two pony Beneath the moon shady The jet black hair That danced in the air. Played the girls with utter innocence A fearful game in incandescence , One hiding behind chair Fearing to be feared by other. The game, the game you play With fear added. Will be over the day You see fear in gay. The new player will be life You will never be able to hide. The fear will be real The rule classical. Hiding for long Will not be working, The childhoods hide-seek Looks more appeasing on reminding now. “The fear was built Then and now Sometime added, sometime created But was never inborn” Has said the master player to me To walk with him With life And not hide behind.                                                   By,   Prerna mishra (class 11, 2009)

                      SUFFERERS I have not seen you I have not touched you Nor have I experienced you Because I am just 17 .   But no one knows your age No one knows your parentage No one knows how you were born Your history is a complete mystery. But your existence  Needs no proof. Destroyed and derailed is the society, Blind, deaf and dumb are we Conscience dies The day you strike. Death and destruction is your gift Creating gulf, Is your duty. Your wings are spreading Increasing like my country’s population No control measures stops you also. Tired are your victims Recharged are your users To find new sufferers. Disgusted I am Afraid to be your prey Cant afford to use you You are not faithful You can demolish The user too If comes another powerful user. Corruption Go away I don’t know your birthday But would like to know death day A celebration day.  By PRERNA MISHRA (written in class